Laphorisms

Anatomy

grapes2dot0 — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 14:59:00 +0000

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, said the fat molecule.

Low road

grapes2dot0 — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 14:57:00 +0000

O ye’ll tak the high road, and I’ll tak the low road, and I’ll be in Scotland afore ye. Because on the low road we do things like put sugar in your petrol tank, and you never suspected a thing, you poor high-road sap.

Love

grapes2dot0 — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 14:55:00 +0000

Love means never having to say, “You’ll be sorry”.

Relatively speaking

grapes2dot0 — Wed, 05 Dec 2007 01:43:00 +0000

e = mc².

Ish.

Death

grapes2dot0 — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 00:08:00 +0000

Never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for some dead guy.

Pen

grapes2dot0 — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 00:05:00 +0000

The pen is mightier than the S-word.

Equality

grapes2dot0 — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 00:03:00 +0000

Two legs good, four legs delicious.

Stars

grapes2dot0 — Mon, 03 Dec 2007 16:42:00 +0000

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here.

Tired

grapes2dot0 — Mon, 03 Dec 2007 00:07:00 +0000

A man who is tired of London should get checked for Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Especially if it’s been going on for a while.

Clubs

grapes2dot0 — Mon, 03 Dec 2007 00:05:00 +0000

I would not wish to join any club that would have me as a member, so why did I apply?